In these days of Covid, one is not allowed to feel puny! And I fell for it. Okay, I’ll back up a bit.
Last week I began to feel bad, slept a lot, and took a lot of Tylenol. Didn’t walk Thursday or Friday. Good for the weekend when I don’t walk anyway. I was going to get back with my regular routine today.
But my sister came; she didn’t stay because Sammy was sick. She didn’t want to catch anything. She is right; I shouldn’t go out and spread any germs around. Fear.
I had planned a family get-together for this weekend but I called it off. Why? Fear. I was going to have my nails done, but I called it off. Why? Fear. I had an appointment for a hearing aid check, but I called it off. Why? Fear.
Decided not to do any blogging this week except for Bloganuary which is easy and doesn’t take much planning, or thinking. After all, my mind is dull. Is a dull mind a sign of Covid? I don’t know, but it might be. Fear.
Have I checked all the symptoms to be sure I’m not getting Covid? Fear.
A couple of hours ago, I remembered back in the days when I would have to take some sick leave from school. Back then what I had was called a Common Cold. I doubled up on my Vitamin C! I don’t think it ever lasted longer than three days. What has changed from those days when one could have a cold, take some aspirin, and get back at the mill in a few days? Fear. Covid.
I’m not saying Covid is not to be feared; I’m saying a cold is not to be feared. I will stay at home and not spread my virus around; I’ll double up on my vitamin C, but I’ll not be bullied into fear.
2 Tim. 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.